The Airport
I've been in big airports, and I've been in small airports, but I've never travelled via a 1940's airport until now. This airport is a throwback to a different time. There were no delays or lines like the newer airports, not totally unexpected for 4:30 in the morning, but everything was just old. The baggage carousel was more like a series of conveyor belts pieced together, and worker had to continually keep adjusting the bags to keep the flow going. It was reminiscent of a scene in Casablanca. I changed some left over Pounds into Rupees and I was ready to go. I met Ash and his wife outside of baggage claim. Ash works out of the London office and is currently working with Cheryl with the Bangalore Team. They walked me to my driver and I was off.
I was surprised at all the activity at this time of the morning; cars, trucks, tuk tuks, bikes and pedestrians. I didn't see any cows in the road, but there seemed to be an excessive amount of beeping of the car horn by both my driver, and the ones around us.
My Neighbors/The Construction
After checking in, calling home and taking a quick shower, I hear this crying coming from the room next door. It's 6:00 AM and there is a baby crying next to me. OMG!!! I need to sleep!!! Luckily, the nightstand has ear plugs (interesting) and I get to sleep. At 9:00 AM I am awoken once more, this time, by a low rumble and banging noise. Damn! I know they are doing construction in the hotel, but really, they can't be doing it on a Sunday morning? Wrong! They are! I try to go back to sleep, but between the (really) loud crying next door, the jackhammers and the hammering going on, and the increasing volume of the honking outside, it pretty useless to try any longer.
I've been in big airports, and I've been in small airports, but I've never travelled via a 1940's airport until now. This airport is a throwback to a different time. There were no delays or lines like the newer airports, not totally unexpected for 4:30 in the morning, but everything was just old. The baggage carousel was more like a series of conveyor belts pieced together, and worker had to continually keep adjusting the bags to keep the flow going. It was reminiscent of a scene in Casablanca. I changed some left over Pounds into Rupees and I was ready to go. I met Ash and his wife outside of baggage claim. Ash works out of the London office and is currently working with Cheryl with the Bangalore Team. They walked me to my driver and I was off.
I was surprised at all the activity at this time of the morning; cars, trucks, tuk tuks, bikes and pedestrians. I didn't see any cows in the road, but there seemed to be an excessive amount of beeping of the car horn by both my driver, and the ones around us.
My Neighbors/The Construction
After checking in, calling home and taking a quick shower, I hear this crying coming from the room next door. It's 6:00 AM and there is a baby crying next to me. OMG!!! I need to sleep!!! Luckily, the nightstand has ear plugs (interesting) and I get to sleep. At 9:00 AM I am awoken once more, this time, by a low rumble and banging noise. Damn! I know they are doing construction in the hotel, but really, they can't be doing it on a Sunday morning? Wrong! They are! I try to go back to sleep, but between the (really) loud crying next door, the jackhammers and the hammering going on, and the increasing volume of the honking outside, it pretty useless to try any longer.
1 comment:
Wow - it brings it all back for me! The airport really is somewhat of a throw-back - seems even more so on departing flights where there are hundreds of people queued in an endless line out the door in the sweltering heat.
Believe it or not - there actually have been renovations to improve the facility - when I first arrived there where 2 other international flights that arrived just prior to mine - I had to wait over an hour for my luggage to trickle done the one baggage carousel at 2:00 in the morning!
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